Weekends are so weird - I look forward to them all week at the office, dreaming of sleeping in, lounging around the house, and cooking delicious, elaborate meals while my dog snoozes peacefully in her dog bed.
The reality is, naturally, completely different. There is no sleeping in with an impatient beagle who is used to her morning walk by 7AM. There is no lounging around the house until it is clean and tidy and the laundry is done (and it never seems to be done). And by the time I’ve done all that, there’s really no energy left for cooking an elaborate meal.
Found via the FB page of BarkVA (where I adopted Dixie):
This weekend I didn’t go for a long run due to the cold and snow (I can’t do more than about 3 miles on the treadmill so that was out), I didn’t get around to cleaning the bathroom, and I definitely didn’t cook much. I didn’t really stick to my eating schedule, either, which is something that happens too frequently for my liking. I’m so disciplined during the week that by the time Friday night rolls around, I don’t have any decision-making power left in me!
Maybe next weekend I’ll be better.
